
Farewell:
A strange wind roll through the forest making a shreiking noise as if it were in pain.
“Radan can you hand me that shovel?” Asked Fruimar to Radan.
As radan went to reach for the shovel a flock of Bangiawings flew over head making warning sounds as if they were being chased by the dragons of the East. Then Radan noticed a horrible darkness seeping from the North creep over the clouds and devour all traces of sun light. A warning bell strung high and echoed loudly around the walls of Forewood; rung by the towns tower guard.
“Five hounds approaching from the North!” Bursted the towns tower guard over the bellowing of thunder through the thick clouds.
“That’s impossible those forests are protected by Mana Guards,” Said a villager as the hounds transformed into a larger much fearcer version with fire trails leading behind shining brightly through the darkness luminating the trees around it.
“Get back to your homes!” Strung Out Fruimar, “Radan get my sword!”
Radan ran for the sword from inside his house, lifting it from its holster on the wall heaving up as the sudden force landed down onto his arms, then running it back to his father.
“Radan, you get back inside the house,” Told Fruimar as he withdrew the sword from the scabbard, a green gem stone glowing in the centre of the hilt.
The smaller of the two hounds sped up further running into the bounderies of the village tearing through fences heading straight for Fruimar, the second wait atop the hill as if waiting for signal. Fruimar who is an ex-first night of the Order of Isarah; named after the King Alfrice’s daughter, had very good fighting skills far greater than any average man but retired to look after his sone Radan.
Radan ran to protect one of the female villagers as she cower bailed by a hound trying to naw at her neck. Radan tried to distract the beast by calling it over, it worked and the hound came charging rapidly after him, knocking Radan down.
“Radan!” Yell Fruimar as he pushed the hound he was fighting away and lunged toward the other hound.
It cut through the hound like butter killing it, the other larger hound who Fruimar was fighting before ran towards Fruimar and grew like a shadow on a wall and turned into a large Black suit of armour with a hood and no face weilding a sword. It swung at Fruimar and peirced straight into the heart.
“Father!” Screamed Radan as he grab his father’s sword and struck at the being going straight through it as it were mist.
“That stone belongs to me,” Said the being in a deep echoing voice, as it finished it swung for Radan knocking him out.
Radan, Radan wake up…
We need you to fight we no longer possess enough strength to fight Ossiron he has grown stronger after his passing you’re the only one who can do it, the chosen one.
Please the fate of Draguis rests in your hands, Get up.
“Who... Who are you?” Spoke Radan into the darkness.
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Radan awoke violently from his dream and quickly leaped out of bed. He thought to himself that it was more realistic then any other dream he have had before remembering the figures hollow face, shacking the notion off. He lunged toward the opening and ran outside to check the sky looking up at the stars, his sack cloth bed clothes wisp in the wind. A cold tinge to the air made Radan shiver. Fruimar walked out the door and stepped outside onto the path and stood next to him, Radan gave an unheard sigh of relief as Fruimar’s hand touched his shoulder. Fruimar turned to Radan gesturing his finger toward the two moons moving into alignment, seemingly pausing time and then returning to orbit. Radan turned toward Fruimar and said “I’ve decided to join the legion,”
Fruimar has always wanted Radan to join the legion as his father did and his father before him, this news was both good and bad as this meant Radan’s maturing and his leave.
“I’m glad you’ve finally decided what to do, though I will miss you dearly,” Said Fruimar as he returned his hand to his side and retook gaze at the stars.